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The shadows are like
So newly polygonal
In this place, you know?
I need to thank God
For shoestrings that are lovely
My friend is so near
I thought about, after I thought
about a painting, thank God.
It's not pictured here,
but the dreams are connected.​
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Every lovely beauty
dream,
Darling homies,
let's listen to
our mp3's,
Thank God
Let there be peace internally,
Lord God






Sanskrit is beautiful,
and so is Latin.
Lenguas antiguas son tan bonitas, and so are modern languages.




Dona nobis pacem,
no más violencia


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“Some say that we shall never know, and that to the gods we are like the flies that the boys kill on a summer's day, and some say, to the contrary, that the very sparrows do not lose a feather that has not been brushed away by the finger of God.”
Thornton Wilder,

What about dreams
with Sara Lee Apple Pie
and we can talk about
healthcare
and not be scared no more
and we can dream about
the cost of things
with love
and not be scared no more

What is the stuff
air is made of?
Meneeds to dream
about a ship,
and it don't cause me to slip
Deo Gratias






"Don't you think
I had dreams and hopes?"
wrote August Wilson
And I saw a teacher
from a new land
cross a long bridge safely,
and Love came and Love was there,
in my dream,
and I had hope again.








“Even memory is not necessary for love. There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning.”
Thornton Wilder,
Thank God for the placement
and the placement of the
seams on my pillowcases.
There is a header on each webpage,
so if you scroll down, you can view
more content after the header.
This is the end part of the header.
There is a footer on each webpage also,
and there, you can read about my life.
The vocation is to love, and let us try.
Sara Kumar, Internet Poet and Playwright, and sometimes,
In The Moonlight, I believe I am a Systems Engineer


My Story
I purchased a book, entitled "T.S. ELIOT, The Waste Land, a facsimile & transcript OF THE ORIGINAL DRAFTS INCLUDING THE ANNOTATIONS OF EZRA POUND," edited by Valerie Eliot, and published in 1971 by Faber and Faber. The New York Public Library announced, in October 1968, that the original manuscript material was a part of their Berg Collection.
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I believe, in the initial writing of Part I, Eliot was thinking about a play,
but the whole first page was cut, including the title, at the time of publication.
More scholarship is needed with this, so I am posting here,
only Part I, and we can post more, as we learn more together,
and within the month of April, we will post a more clear color pdf file, also.
I dream about nuclear waste no longer being,
no longer being brought into being, let it end.
And what is there now, still harming us, and the air, and the water,
and bird songs,
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let it be vitrified, and stored underneath the ground,
and engineers can think again about a new artform.
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Please click on the image of the bird,
to view a copy of Part I of Eliot's original manuscript,
and click on the image of blueberry harvesting,
to see the website for the Berg Collection, at the New York Public Library.
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Please note the book contains a typed transcription
of this version of Eliot's poetic work.
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